Disclaimer: Still not blonde! Well I was yesterday because it was wacky day at school but I have black hair.
7/4/77 Dear Diary,
I know the date says it's the fourth but only by four hours. Every one passed out ten minutes ago max. It was a crazy night. I don't actually know how I still have energy to write in you.
Oh yeah. I danced dirty with James. Fun hmm? The conversation went like this:
James: Hey Lily! That skirt doesn't leave a lot covered!
Me: Sod off!
James: Dance with me!
Me: Never!
James: Great then! (Grabs my hand and we get down and dirty to 'Maneater' by Nelly Furtado)
I will give you a first person account of the party just for kicks.
Isobel and I were up in my room. She had on a black mini and an awesome shirt that looked like it was made out of molten silver. It was off the shoulder so as to fit the clubbing theme and reveal her black bra strap. I had on my tight tube top (A/N: Yay for alliteration!) that seemed to hug every curve perfectly. The skirt was darker blue and was this awesome gauze material. It too hugged curves.
"Oh my god. James is going to have a"-
"Isobel! Don't say it! I don't need that image running rampant around my brain all night!" I screamed. Ugh. Bad image. Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!
"You know? Your outfit doesn't have quite enough pizzazz. I'm thinking gold accents." I looked down at my outfit. She was right.
"Knock your self out," I said. In three seconds my shirt was horizontally striped with the skinniest gold accents. My skirt had a gold stripe on the waist line.
"Hi girly girls!" Ruby and Gemma had apparated into my room.
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Damn, Lily! You look hot," Rebecca said, as she too, apparated onto my bed.
"I wonder what the guys are wearing?" Isobel asked in a dreamy, far away tone.
"Probably mostly unbuttoned button-down shirts and scruffy jeans," Alice replied as she walked in the door.
We looked at her.
"What? I thought about the wrong place and ended up in your living room."
"Oh."
"That probably is what the guys will be wearing, though." A collective sigh went around the room. We all sat like morons gazing off into space until Ruby spoke up.
"Hair and make-up time!!" she exclaimed. By the time we were done we agreed that our significant others and James, weren't going to be taking their eyes off of anything else all night.
My outfit was:
Powder blue shirt with gold accents that hugs curves.
Ocean blue skirt with gold waist that also hugs curves.
High heeled ribbon shoes in (what else) gold.
Really curly and wild hair.
Gold glitter eye shadow.
Rosy pink lip gloss.
When the door bell rang, we ran excitedly downstairs. I opened the door as the stereo switched on. Three Hufflepuff guys walked in. One of them was a fellow prefect by the name of Gilderoy Lockhart. The other two were Something Macmillan and Tristan Someone.
Next to arrive were our fellow Gryffindors (Excluding Rebecca). Sure enough, James went into conniptions when he saw my outfit. I snickered at him and looked down. I'll spare the gory details. Remus elbowed him and whispered something in his ear. The only word I caught was 'Snivellous'. James turned back to a normal colour and turned to whisper his thanks to Remus, but Remus was currently having the same problem that James had just gotten over. He had darted across the room and pulled Gemma into a fierce snog. Unfortunately…
"Uh…Remus?" Gemma asked from behind him. Remus unglued his lips from Ruby who had the look of someone that had just gotten clubbed by Peeves on a tyrannical rage.
"I thought that she was you!" He exclaimed wildly.
"Of course." She pulled him into a fierce snog and that was the last we saw of them for about an hour. At this point Isobel had come over to see what the hold up was.
"What's going on?" She asked the clump at the door.
"You-you-l-look a-amazing!" Matthias spluttered at her.
"Thanks!" she exclaimed back.
"He's trying to say 'Dance with me' but his undercarriage has taken control of his brain," Liam supplied.
"What he said," Matthias mumbled, not taking his eyes off of Isobel. They left to go dance and the rest of the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws arrived.
I mingled a bit by the snack table and then James yelled at me from across the room, "Hey! Lily! That skirt doesn't cover much!"
"Oh sod off!" I yelled back in good humor.
"Never! Dance with me?"
"Never!" wanker.
"Great!" He yelled. He waded over to my location and pulled me out into the dance floor, formerly known as my living room. The song 'Maneater' started playing. James and I danced like mad fiends for the entirety of the song. It was so crowded that we were shoved together. Around then was when we really started dancing together. His hands were on my hips and my arms were around his neck. We were still dancing fast and to the music. He pulled me in close and started nibbling on my neck, driving me crazy.
"James!" I whispered. Then some one discovered the pool.